WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?​SEPTEMBER, 2012

You know what? God really likes to blow people away. Not in a ballistic missile kind of way. He does ​BIG and He includes the unique.​ Rainbows, whales, parting of the seas, burning bushes, rolling thousand pound stones, shocking wayward Catholics. . . . That shock is a bit of a long story, so I'll try to make it short. As short as things like this can be.

My Background(the bratty kid): I used to be that rather wayward Catholic. I went to Confession, Mass and Communion once a year – on Divine Mercy Sunday, the weekend after Easter. Somehow I got it into my head (an innocent misinterpretation) that by doing so, I was wiping my life's slate clean. Like a free pass from God! Afterwards, I'd spend the rest of the year messing it up again, sinning here and there, and everywhere. Then I'd do the same thing the following year. Confession, Mass, Communion. I figured I was forgiven, so if I got hit by a bus, God and I were cool. My intentions were pure, if not ridiculous. Believe it or not, I did this for well over 10 years.

Please don't get angry. Some people think how I love God is disrespectful. I promise you, it's not. I’ve always had a simple view of God. Maybe it's childish in its simplicity. I just don't think He is that complex. He can't be, or I will lose my simple mind.​ When I was a kid, I believed He had a home in the East, and His Son, Jesus, enjoyed sitting under a giant apple tree eating beef jerky and nuts and drinking iced tea. He looked like a lumber jack to me - red checkered shirt, big arms, big neck, deep voice, and a man of few words. I love spending time with Him under that tree. When I've thought my world was falling apart, I'd lean on his shoulder for a good cry. He'd pat my knee and, without candy coating things, say, "Yeah, that was a pretty big mistake you made. You have to face up to it and make things right. No, I don't hate you. Of course not. I'm here, aren't I? And I'm not leaving either." Then we'd study a ladybug together. I've always been comfortable with our Father. I was convinced He used the black and white leftovers from making pumas and polar bears to paint zebras and skunks. As a child, I was constantly chattering His ears off - at school, at home, and before falling asleep. He was like a stern Grandpa. It made others afraid of Him, because He can be stern and strict. But He's also the type who will slip candy in your pocket before dinner. Later, you'll smirk at each other about your secret at the table. He's so beautiful.​

Given all that, this will encapsulate my relationship with Him:​ God is my Father, and I am His "adorable," headstrong 3 year old. He is constantly trying to keep me from sticking my fingers into things like electric sockets or piranha tanks and burning my hands on things that are hot or knocking my noggin on the corner of a table. (If you have children, you know the drill.) As a willful and curious child, I am determined to taste a piranha or take a look at that stove top. Occasionally, I do manage to get my hands on those pretty little fishies, because I am stubborn, and I want what I want. Oh, He knows it's coming....​ Fishie meets paw, and guess what happens next? Yes. My hand gets mangled and chomped up. I'll start to howl about the pain and the agony and how life isn't fair. I'll yell at Him for not warning me; for not keeping me away from that mean old fish! I'll raise my yucked up hand and tell Him to look at all the ugly teeth marks. Why! Why me?! God is a good and very loving parent. He isalways there to heal my wounds and make me feel better, regardless of what it is or what I've done. He will convince me that the teeth marks on my hand look kind of cool. One looks like a smiley face if we draw some eyebrows over this part here. . . . Silver linings. See? Simple.

Sure, there've been times when I thought I was all big and bad and didn't need Him. I'd treat Him like a tow truck (I'd only call when I needed help). Sound like any teenagers you know? But who do you think I ran to when I was sick or in trouble or hurt or scared? ​ My Heavenly Papa.​ Has anyone ever prayed you'd do well before a test? (me) That your favorite baseball team (Yankees) makes it to the Series? (me) That your spouse gets home safely? (me) That a sick dog gets better? (me) That you get the job? (me) That your check doesn't bounce? That you have a baby? That you aren't​ pregnant? That someone will still love you after you crossed too many lines during a night of drinking? That your marriage can be fixed? That your parents don't beat you senseless for wrecking the car? That your child survives the car accident? That you have the strength to keep living, because you've lost a child?​ You can have all the money in the world, but when push comes to shove, gold isn't going to help when you're looking at a loved one in a hospital bed or when your heart is breaking into bits. But God does.

​ Running with the simplicity theme, I also have a simple way of understanding Jesus' sacrifice for us. The example is ridiculous, but it helps give the gist.​ Once, when me and my best friend were kids, we decided it would be a good idea to throw a dozen eggs at our neighbor’s house. Mr. Anderson was a nice man. He never antagonized us. But unbeknownst to our parents, there was a rumor circulating amongst neighborhood kids that buried deep inside Mr. Anderson's dark backyard were a handful of children that had disappeared on our block a few years ago. All us kids knew it. He even used their toenails to make the chain he wore, so on that knowledge and suspicion, my friend and I waged war on his house. We caused a pretty good mess too. Eggs can stain houses when they bake under a southwestern sun at 105 degrees.Mr. Anderson somehow knew I was at least one of the culprits, so he came to my father to complain. My father shook his head grimly and said he’d take care of it. I don't know who scared me more - my neighbor or my father! Strangely enough, this time my dad didn’t hit the roof and smack me upside my head like he usually did (he was volatile). He didn’t toss me over the wall and make me clean up the mess. He didn't turn me over to our neighbor, so he could use my toenails to string another necklace for himself and then bury me under the rose bushes in his backyard with those other kids. ​ My Dad listened to our discombobulated story, maybe saw how scared we were, and then took it upon himself to drag out the hose and spray the house down himself.

​ It was a sacrifice for him. It was certainly humiliating for him. He probably had better things to do that weekend than to clean up after his unruly kid. Watch a baseball game perhaps. But he took a look at me and my friend and knew we needed his help. He was willing to take one for the team. We did the crime, and he took the bullet for us. He saved us from the terrifying and certain death we'd suffer at the hands of Mr. Anderson. ​ In the minds of a couple of 8 year-olds, my father saved our butts. That’s what God did by sending Jesus to us. Jesus came to save our butts. It's not an elegant way of saying it, but it's to the point. Without Him, we'd be buried in Mr. Anderson's dark backyard. Several weeks after my dad had saved us, my friend and I got it into our little heads that it would be funny to break some more eggs - this time in our neighbor’s mailbox. We had something for eggs back then.​ When my dad found out, this time I didn’t get off so easy. There were consequences for my bad behavior. My father marched us over to Mr. Anderson's front door and made us apologize. I got a long lecture about eggs, famines, defacing private property, and a notice about my butt getting kicked into the following week. I had to clean out his mailbox with a toothbrush and bring the mail and newspaper to his front door every morning for two weeks (a lifetime to a kid). And this time,I got the belt.

When God talks about how we need to stop misbehaving and us being chastised for not listening to Him, this is what I believe He means (on a much bigger, much more serious scale). . . .

He loves us and wants to help us get on the straight and narrow. We're pretty stubborn, though, so it's going to be some rough and tough learning. We'll be like the kid who's sent to his room without dessert. Or worse - the kid who gets the belt and doesn't get any ice cream. It's gonna' stink and it'll hurt, but as we're sitting in our bedrooms sulking about our situation, at least we know that our Papa is still in the living room on the other side of our door talking to other members of the family, and more importantly, that He still loves us. God has some things He wants us to know beforehand, because we don’t have to get “the belt” if we pray and listen to what He is saying. His Messages are very clear, and His Messages are amazing and beautiful and indescribable in the way He shares how He feels! And they're REAL! I didn't give up a corporate job, any possible future of having one, and a few good friends for nothing!! All of the original messages are written down in diaries. I transcribe the messages for clarity’s sake, because my handwriting is bad and then share them as I’ve been instructed. The journals also contain my own thoughts that may relate to my personal life and family - or did for a while as I tried to figure things out. I limit those references as much as possible and use them for clarification only. So how does it feel when God decides He wants to chat?

IT FEELS PRETTY GREAT!

​ So many people have asked me what it feels like to receive God's messages. How does it happen? Do I hear His voice? Do I fall into a coma?Is there a burning bush involved?​ To be honest, at first I thought I was going bananas. I wondered, "What's with all these words? Who's saying that?! Knock it off!"

​ Had it not been for my mom and my spiritual "guidance counselor," I probably would have disregarded what was happening and taken a lot of aspirin. Or maybe not.Godis really persistent,and when things start turning gold, you kind of question your eyesight.He started His Messages off slowly. Between September (2012) when they began, through December of that year, you will find that they are rather short and not so "intense." I think He did this to avoid scaring me. He also gave me little miracles to help me believe that I wasn't crazy; that what I was experiencing was indeed reality.Tangible reality.I often told Him to go away. I urged Him to go find someone "holy" to do the job, like a priest or the pope or my mother. He insisted, however, that I was the one He wanted. He liked the simplicity of my heart. I told Him it wasn't simplicity; it was density.

I know it sounds funny but this is how our conversations sometimes went (and still do). I was saucier back then, yet He put up with all my doubts and proved me wrong (and still does). Our conversations are very personal, very loving, and often informal. I talk to Him about every piece of my life. Much of it is mundane, but He is interested in all of it. He likes it when things make me laugh. He laughs with me. He does things and tells me things to make me laugh. My actions have an impact on Him - whether I show up to church or make myself available to Him with prayer and to receive His Messages; when I ignore Him because I am afraid or stressed out. Some things really hurt His feelings. Other things really offend Him. And then there are the things that make Him happy, and that's the best.He has asked me to make these messages about Him and His Love for us. In other words, keep "my self" out of the content as much as possible. He wants His Children to focus only on Him and what He is trying to convey because it is so important. I am using this page to talk a bit, because many people are curious about His love and how this all came about.

Moving on. . . . When He speaks to me, it is like a mood of truth that passes through me with gentle words. It is a voice. It is nondescript, not booming, or not even a whispery one. It is a light but dominant voice telling me these things that are true. There is an inner impatience that I feel just to be with Him. As I write for Him, my eyes see less. Everything goes somewhat out of focus - not blurry, just thrown into a background - like nothing else is important. I don't go into ecstasies, though. One thing that strikes me is that when I receive His Messages, time has no meaning. I might be writing for an hour, but it will feel like only five minutes have past. It's kind of weird.There is an incredible depth of emotion when He talks about certain things. Sometimes it is a great feeling of love and affection - like the deep love He expresses for children (and He LOVES children) or for His Angels. But there are always words, and I can't deviate from them. I do correct my spelling errors and punctuation, but that's it. He is very specific about what He wants to say. His clarifications ​(or) mostly occur when I don't understand what He means. (Dense head.) He guides me when I can interpret things. He lets me know what I can share and with whom. There are times that I've written words I've never even heard of and yet they are correct - I do it phonetically, so I have to check the spelling and the meanings. God is expanding my vocabulary.Initially, I felt like I was being pushed out of bed when He wanted to chat. Literally. It was my choice, but it was like being given that choice by your mother: "Get up, because I'm going to pull the covers off the bed and turn on the vacuum cleaner." Either way, it's going to happen, and it cracks me up (after I wake up). When He wants to share something, it is like a "pull." I constantly worry whether the words are His or if my humanity is poking out though. When I get really anxious, He confirms things for me. Sometimes it is a homily that underlines a message. Other times, it's one of the bricks He throws at me (another inside joke) to let me know everything is okay. It's reassuring. I do not want to share anything or say anything that is not of God. That's both dangerous and detrimental to all of us as His Children. It weighs heavily on my heart. I do try and pray for discernment. It's my hobby.His messages always express a very deep love for us, but there is a lot of urgency too. He is urging people to come to Him and to hear His pleas and those of our Blessed Mother. Our prayers are imperative. Time is all but gone before something is going to happen. I don't pretend to know exactly what that "something" is or when or how it'll go down. Maybe it'll be a major zap from out of the sky or maybe it will be a change that occurs over a period of time. ONLY God knows, and it is a correction for us. It's meant to get us back on the right path, but it won't be easy or pleasant. One thing I hope people understand is this: He is doing it out of love for us; not as a punishment. I often get questions about a "time frame." As I said, only God knows, and it's easy to make mistakes. I don't mind if tomatoes are thrown at me, so I'll share this. Around the end of 2012, God indicated that some sort of "spanking" or "knock on our collective heads" would occur between the end of 2015 into the very end of 2016. It didn't happen! Or, if something did happen, I totally missed that bus. Ta-da! I was wrong. It's easy to speculate, because we tend to be curious as humans. BUT, He has emphasized with me over and over that we should not want to be a part of this correction thing. Our curiosity has a lot of us wanting to know what "it" is and when it will happen and how? Honestly, that's crazier than testing our ability to climb a 2000 ft. vertical cliff with numb hands and no rope. From my human standpoint, whatever the "IT" is, it's going to be big, worldwide, and it will likely give us all a strong headache if we happen to still be around. God says pray and don't worry, so I pray and I don't worry. He says that as long as we pray, we'll be strong enough to face whatever comes. I'm willing to wait, love, and do the best I can by Him. Today I find it odd now that when this all started, I was angry and fearful - ready to run. What'd He want me for, for pete's sake!?! By His Love and guidance, I've grown to trust in Him, and I'm determined to share the wealth. He is so patient, and when I fought Him, He went out of His way to give me all sorts of neat miracles. The "tangible" miracles are what finally convinced me to shut my trap and pay attention.

The Miracles ​ (Holy cow! Did you see that?)​ I used to be rather cynical and not very trusting of people. God bonked me (and hard!) to change this disposition. For example, to convince me to speak with our pastor, Fr. Frank, someone I did not know at the time, God lit him up like a white explosion, totally blinding me, one day as I went up for Communion. Another time, He sent me two gentle mourning doves to greet me on my front steps as a confirmation of something He had shared. God has sent me hawks with crosses and has highlighted endives with sunshine. Yes, you read that right. Endives highlighted in sunshine at the grocery store (another story). He has put the impossible reflection of a cross on my wedding ring, made the sun pulse, and brought people into my life under the most unusual circumstances. I believe Him, now. No matter what.

ON THAT DISCERNMENT STUFF

In spite of my absolute confidence and that of others in the truth of these messages, *note that they do not yet have the official affirmation of the Catholic Church. As I mentioned before, I have contacted the bishop and an auxiliary bishop of our local diocese. The latter told me to "carry on," so I suppose that technically means the Church is aware that I am publishing His Messages. The bishop did not respond. Formal affirmation is apparently a long process and doesn't happen often. I might have to be dead first. I am working on an e-book to consolidate the messages for people as cheaply as possible. I also plan to work towards attaining an imprimatur to help allay any doubts. I am so fortunate in that my pastor is truly a humble and good man. He and Fr. Iggie read the messages to make sure they do not go against Scripture or the tenets of the church. I have the insight and wisdom of other priests lending a hand too. They're out there reading the messages and will sound the alarm if need be. I am encouraged to pray for discernment and to completely avoid trying to interpret what I am told. God will explain it when He is ready and while patience is not in my forte, I trust Him. He always comes through.I ask you to pray for discernment as I do, and trust in God. He will not lead you astray. I am open to any and all comments and all prayer requests (see theContact Us page). I want to be God's humble servant. I always pray that what I convey are His Words and are not influenced by the ways of the world, my ways, or anyone else's ways. I avoid watching the news until it is dated. I do not read the prophecies of other "seers," including the messages from Fatima, Garabandal, and the like (as much as I would love to), and I avoid reading certain books about prophecies as well. Again, this is to keep myself from being influenced, for better or worse. ﻿ To that end, if you happen to email me, please avoid sending anything to that effect - thanks!!I will make you a promise. If there is ever a time when I have been corrected by a priest, the Church, or by God, because I have written something in error, I will correct it or remove it immediately. I used to think it was inevitable that my personality would weave itself into how I hear Him, but I don't think that has happened after all. Really, as you can tell by my "writing personality," God's words are far more articulate and beautiful! God has said we will be facing false prophets in the future. I refuse to be one of them on purpose or by accident. I know I've been accused of being a heretic by a couple of folks surfing the net. Here is what I say to readers about authenticity and discernment:

Question what you read everywhere, including this site - don't believe blindly - the truth is always in Jesus and His Words, period. Pray about it. God will guide you.

If anyone says or behaves as if they are the road to Jesus and sort of imply that people should follow them (in the name of Jesus) but not Jesus specifically. Eh, not good. It can be difficult to see the difference. A flag for me is when someone has the "me me me" syndrome. It's no longer about God. It's about them. Pride and ego.

If someone insists they are absolutely correct in all things - be careful. Don't rely on them just because they can quote a few lines from the Bible and interpret freely from there. Dig deep. Be very careful. Regardless of how much knowledge they have or how many times they've read the Bible, we are all fallible.

If anyone tries to add to or change Scripture, run! God has given us all we need to know in Jesus and His words. If someone says something against Scripture or goes against the dogma of the Church (and denies this), that's no good. Watch when people pick and choose single sentences or verses to attack with others with little context.

If anyone deliberately disobeys the Church, that's not a good sign. I'm Catholic, and that's what I know. I have to be obedient to the Church. If I were told to remove this website by a member of the Church, I would do it, whether it was the pope or a priest up the block.

These have a common theme. Don't fall for it if a person tries to convince you that a sin isn't such a big deal, because everyone else is doing it; or if you are told that you and the Church need to "get with the times" and change to accommodate people; or if they rib you and "accuse" you of being a holy roller to embarrass you; or if they insist that God will love us regardless of what we do, so we can do anything we want. Remember, God can't be conned and sin is sin, whether we want to hear it or not. This doesn't mean you go around judging others, but you don't condone sin. You don't make excuses for sin. God does love us, but like I've said, parents love their children too. That doesn't mean they'll put up with bad behavior and/or not discipline their children, right?

Pray for discernment - the Holy Spirit is a great guide. He'll let you know when something smells fishy - open your heart to Him.

Read the Bible, so you understand stuff and can't be fooled.

And beware of anyone who doesn't enjoy ice cream (unless they like chocolate or cookies)

​ Thank you for believing, for sharing, for praying, and for loving God. His Messages are so loving and beautiful. Pray and read them. Learn and teach others. Share this website with others - that is important too.

Thank you and God bless you always.Linda

﻿GOD has a sense of humor﻿

One of the first things God told me was that I would/will be facing a lot of skepticism, obstacles, disbelief, ridicule, anger and other unpleasantness as His servant, and gee was I looking forward to all of that. My job is to communicate His Messages to as many people as possible. Naturally, I came to the internet. As I began to publicize this website, like a wimp, I started with three priests and my mother. I extended it to a handful of family members and a few close friends - easy targets. Finally, I branched out.​ Revealing to others that God is talking to me wasn't exactly easy. There are "worldly" risks involved that need to be let go. Ironically, before September of 2012, if someone had told me God was sending them messages, I would've chalked it up to a case of holy roller-edness. The person needed to get on a few pills. And I'd slap a big old red flag on their name and sideline their job application. My colleagues and I would certainly have laughed in amused shock and re-told the story to other colleagues. "This person is absolutely crazy!" we'd say. "A real nut job! Look at this website!" ​ It certainly would've raised my eyebrows. Talking to God! Pul-eeze. The joke's on me. I am now unemployable, because of my suspicious holy rolling loyalty to God. Such is life as His secretary, but no worries. God looks after me. My name is Linda. I live in New York, and I'm happily married to a man who is angry about this website and is convinced I've gone nuts. (He doesn't want to hear about God or any of this - but he'll get there). I have an EMBA and worked with executives and engineers for the last 15 years. I was supposed to be too logical to believe in stuff like miracles or God talking to people, but God gave me hard facts and tangibles. He knew I'd never believe it otherwise. It's no wonder I was born on the Feast of St. Thomas. So I cannot (and will not) deny that this is real. God is clear about what we are doing right and what we are doing wrong. I hope that people everywhere, of different religions, nationalities, races, etc. realize this. You will find the email address on the "Contact" page. Please contact me if you are so inclined. I will definitely respond - it might take me a while, but I will respond. I am not supplying a phone number at this time. Thank you and God blesses!